Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.